Welcome back to Short Story Sunday! This time, here is a story about some girls in their early 20s commenting on adulthood and growing up. I have a feeling it’ll seem familiar to lots of my followers. Who is H? stories should be back soon.
PS – I normally don’t dedicate these, but this story is dedicated to Sean.
the kitchen floor, legs splayed out on the linoleum as they leaned against
cabinets. Two girls in their early twenties, each dressed professionally.
I’m asking is when did we become adults?” one asked.
yellow button-down tucked in, although the sleeves sat rolled up above her
elbows. The yellow stood out on her caramel-colored skin, and it matched the
thin headband that held back shoulder-length black hair. She sipped at a bottle
of light beer.
what I want to know, Jordan. Like, the being-over-twenty-one thing I’m okay
with – ” Jordan laughed. “ – but I’d like to know who thought we were ready to
have apartments and bills and responsibilities,” she finished. Shifting a
little, she set her bottle of beer down. Instead of black, she wore tweed pants
that ended at her ankle, as well as a simple navy t-shirt, which highlighted
her pale skin. She rolled her shoulders back and tossed some of her straight,
light-brown hair over one shoulder.
lifted her bottle in a toast.
minutes while they drank more and stared into space, the other girl added, “I
mean, there are some benefits.”
Like even though I have to pay my own bills, I can also spend my money on what
I want,” she pointed out. “And even though my mother can question it, she can’t
do a damned thing about it.”
and wake up when we want,” her friend said. “Well, kind of. Taking into
consideration work and all.”
Totally free of restrictions.” Her voice dripped sarcasm, and her friend kicked
out at her with one foot in response. “Um hey, Liz, that’s not very nice,” she
said in response.
again. “I do what I want,” she said. “I’m an adult, remember?”
behavior,” Jordan admonished sarcastically.
moments, occasionally making faces at each other. Finally, Jordan said, “We
should probably make something to eat.”
responded, “Yeah, you’re probably right. Because adults actually eat a real
dinner, right? Not just pretzel sticks and Hershey’s kisses like last night?”
floor to move to the refrigerator. “Basically,” she agreed. “Then again, that
involves us actually going to the grocery store.”
from the floor. “Why do we have to do things? Why isn’t having a big-kid job
Jordan returned to the floor. “And we’re supposed to, like, positively
contribute to society? What is that, anyway?”
“Like, I don’t want to go be back at undergrad because I don’t miss all the
schoolwork and the stress, but I don’t want to do all of this stuff that being
an adult requires, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. I think that I basically just can’t decide what I think about
being an adult.”
right now,” Liz groaned, covering her eyes with one hand. “Ugh. Being a
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